Chimpanzee Attack

There are several things that seem awry in the news of a chimpanzee fight with police in Connecticut.

First of all, the AP has titled the story “Huge chimp shot dead after mauling woman”. That has King Kong-sized drama. Giant ape attacks helpless woman, climbs Empire state building. This chimp was 200 pounds. Consider also how the police characterize the owner’s behavior in this context.

“She retrieved a large butcher knife and stabbed her longtime pet numerous times in an effort to save her friend, who was really being brutally attacked,” said Stamford police Capt. Richard Conklin

Her friend may have been brutally attacked, but the owner first ran inside to call for help and then came back with a kitchen knife? That sounds weird to me.

Second, the story tells us that any animal is prone to violent behavior that can not be predicted:

“It’s deceiving to think that if any animal is … well-behaved around humans, that means there is no risk involved to humans for potential outbursts of behavior,” she said. “They are unpredictable, and in instances like this you cannot control that behavior or prevent it from happening if it is in a private home.”

I wonder if the chimp knew that its owner would start stabbing it with a kitchen knife. Third, the police apparently forgot how to lock their car door.

After the initial attack, Travis ran away and started roaming Herold’s property until police arrived, setting up security so medics could reach the critically injured woman, Conklin said.

But the chimpanzee returned and went after several of the officers, who retreated into their cars, Conklin said. Travis knocked the mirror off a cruiser before opening its door and starting to get in, trapping the officer.

That officer shot the chimpanzee several times, Conklin said.

Note the “setting up security” line. What exactly did that entail? Was it a perimeter around the victim? Trying to get the chimp to attack an officer instead? Whatever it means, the failure to lock the door and the broken mirror seem to setup a defensive picture. The officers try to provoke the animal and when it comes, they say they have no choice but to kill it.

This reminds me of the San Francisco Zoo Tiger where officers also retreated to their car. They then realized that they had left their window open and so unloaded eleven pistol rounds into the animal to stop it from coming inside. What if the window had been closed? What if the door was locked?

The wounded chimpanzee fled the scene, but Conklin said police were able to follow the trail of his blood: down the driveway, into the open door of the home, through the house and to his living quarters, where he had retreated and died of his wounds.

Sad story all around.

Ne’oul Eih

by Amr Diab

Lyrics in Arabic:

My translation:

What can we say, it’s over my love, there is nothing to say
We’ve reached a level of love that no one else has reached before
I am for you, and I will never be for anyone but you
How can my heart endure the second that I spend away from you?
I am for you, and I will never be for anyone but you
How can my heart endure the second that I spend away from you?
I am for you, and I will never be for anyone but you
How can my heart endure the second that I spend away from you?
My love, how can I explain my happiness of you, it’s so hard on me
More than I ever dreamed of is now mine and between my hands
I am for you, and I will never be for anyone but you
How can my heart endure the second that I spend away from you?
I am for you, and I will never be for anyone but you
How can my heart endure the second that I spend away from you?

Happy St Raphael’s Day

Thankfully the British Roman Catholic Church has tried to help clarify the holiday on February 14th. Apparently they have said that prayers for love should be directed to St Raphael instead of St Valentine.

Although St Valentine sent a nice note to his jailer’s daughter that said “From your Valentine” (not to mention he cured her sight) St Raphael helped Sarah survive a wedding to Tobias. Tobias’ previous seven brides died on their wedding night.

St Raphael thus saved women from death by marriage. Could anything possibly represent love more? On the other hand, if you still wish to pray to St Valentine on this day, perhaps eye surgery is a good fit, or even the mail.

Given the Church’s advice, I could not help but reference a Litany of St Raphael. Contrary to their suggestion, however, I found no mention of love. The only time the word seems to be mentioned is “lover of chastity”. Hmm, back to marriage again. Is there more to the Church’s advice than meets the eye regarding who to pray towards on February 14th?

Alternatively, we could just agree that Valentine’s day is not really about love, but rather celebrating criminal activity for which you may or not be canonized.

Eugene Onegin

A. S. Pushkin Eugene Onegin Translation by Charles H. Johnston

XII

As if before some mournful parting
Tatyana groaned above the tide;
she saw no friendly figure starting
to help her from the other side;
but suddenly a snowdrift rumbled,
and what came out? a hairy, tumbled,
enormous bear; Tatyana yelled,
the bear let out a roar, and held
a sharp-nailed paw towards her; bracing
her nerves, she leant on it her weight,
and with a halting, trembling gait
above the water started tracing
her way; she passed, then as she walked
the bear — what next? — behind her stalked.

XIII

A backward look is fraught with danger;
she speeds her footsteps to a race,
but from her shaggy-liveried ranger
she can’t escape at any pace —
the odious bear still grunts and lumbers.
Ahead of them a pinewood slumbers
in the full beauty of its frown;
the branches all are weighted down
with tufts of snow; and through the lifted
summits of aspen, birch and lime,
the nightly luminaries climb.
No path to see: the snow has drifted
across each bush, across each steep,
and all the world is buried deep.

XIV

She’s in the wood, the bear still trails her.
There’s powdery snow up to her knees;
now a protruding branch assails her
and clasps her neck; and now she sees
her golden earrings off and whipping;
and now the crunchy snow is stripping
her darling foot of its wet shoe,
her handkerchief has fallen too;
no time to pick it up — she’s dying
with fright, she hears the approaching bear;
her fingers shake, she doesn’t dare
to lift her skirt up; still she’s flying,
and he pursuing, till at length
she flies no more, she’s lost her strength.

XV

She’s fallen in the snow — alertly
the bear has raised her in his paws;
and she, submissively, inertly —
no move she makes, no breath she draws;
he whirls her through the wood… a hovel
shows up through trees, all of a grovel
in darkest forest depths and drowned
by dreary snowdrifts piled around;
there’s a small window shining in it,
and from within come noise and cheer;
the bear explains: “my cousin’s here —
come in and warm yourself a minute!”
he carries her inside the door
and sets her gently on the floor.